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39. “Please come home, I miss you”

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If there was one sentence to describe your relationship with Murasakibara, Himuro would confidently say that it would be: “You’re willingly participating in a free trial of a parental program.”

No, seriously.

Himuro knows the feeling of constantly checking over his back to see if a certain man-child was lugging behind or the feeling of dread whenever there weren't any snacks on his hand (or nearby him) to bribe the said childish man.

Which was why he can only imagine how much more clingier Murasakibara was with you, especially since he was completely enamored with you (even if he didn’t openly express it). Nothing has really changed ever since they graduated from Yōsen.

But imagine his surprise when he recently finds out about the truth about you two’s relationship dynamics.

“Hello! Muji Bakery, how may I help you?” Himuro smoothly delivers his rehearsed lines with ease as he juggles with the orders on his hands while clutching the telephone with his neck and shoulder. “Ah… yes, the preorders will definitely be ready by this evening, and we will be happy to serve you the fresh pastries when you stop by to pick it up… yes, they’ll still be warm even in this weather… yes, please do not worry, they will absolutely be a treat for your Christmas dinner… have a wonderful day and Merry Christmas.”

He sighs before he turns to his best friend behind the kitchen. “Atsushi, I sincerely hope you’re not spending all that time frosting when you still have those shredded pork buns to make on time… along with the other orders.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Murasakibara huffs as he peeks over the high counter. “Leave me alone and do your work.”

“Haha… I guess I should.” He silently chuckles at his snappy attitude before facing the incoming customer at his cashier. He knows the exact reason why Murasakibara is in a bad mood.

You haven’t stopped by today.

Oftentimes, you would drop by during your work break with a bag of a variety of pastries, sweets, and breads you accumulated from either your workplace’s food court or the shops nearby. Murasakibara would have his own bag of pastries made from this bakery, and both of you would have a “bread trade” before exchanging a quick peck, snuggle, and a short conversation before you would leave the bakery back to your work.

After dealing with a massive mob of customers and seeing that the onslaught of customers has temporarily halted, he turns to Murasakibara after hearing loud grumbles on his end.

“Atsushi, I know you’re antsy right now, but if you keep this up, even if we’re working part-time for a local shop, the old gran will have to fire us.”

“I know that.”

Another phone ring interrupts their conversation, adding further to an already hectic indoor scene of fluorescent light vomit, incessant chatter, and repetitive festive melodies.

“... Hello? Muji Bakery… (y/n)-san?”

Murasakibara snaps his head up at the sound of your name.

“Himuro!” you huffed on the other line. “I ordered my Murasakibara and he isn’t here in front of me yet—and don’t say that I have to pick him up for delivery, because the crowds make it impossible…”

“What?”

“Where is he right now? I wanna talk to himmmm… He didn’t answer when he was supposed to normally have a break.”

“We’re both at work, and you know that,” he replied exasperatedly. “It’s the holidays, so of course there was no way we would have any breaks. Working overtime isn’t really fun.”

“Where’s Atsu right nowww?” you groaned.

“Over there still frosting the same damn bread.” At his words, Murasakibara sends a pointed glare at the ravenette.

“Pass the phone to him, pleaseeee Himuro?”

“... You can’t just call the bakery’s number for yourself. The other customers need to call here too—”

“PLEASE WAIT—JUST GIVE ME 5 MINUTES TOPS.”

Himuro sighs at your persistence and hands the entire telephone (receiver, cable, dial pad, and all) to Murasakibara’s high counter, and he leaves the receiver face-up with the speaker on.

“Chibi-chin… sorry.”

“Atsuuuuuuuuu~” you whined. “Please come home… I miss you…” Himuro raises a surprised brow at your words. Since when were you ever this clingy?

But by the looks of it, Murasakibara isn’t phased one bit. “I dunno when the old lady will let us out of our shifts though… I can only try to convince her to go easy for today.”

“Tch, why did you have to take a shift today?” Himuro could definitely hear the pout in your voice.

“If I spend it all on snacks and don’t earn the money back, how will I pay for school?” he deadpanned, still focusing on decorating the pastries in front of him.

“Hmph, you really, really better make it up to me,” you sighed. It was clear that you accepted the high possibility that Murasakibara might not make it home early this Christmas.

“Hn, I will.”

“Love you love you lots, Atsu.”

“Hn.”

With that, you hang up and Himuro promptly takes the phone back to its original spot on the front counter as he sees the next customer mob pouring in. And Murasakibara was still working on the same order.

It was going to be a long workday.

———

Evening crawled by, and while the crowds have become more manageable, they were still an intimidating size to handle. To be honest, Himuro completely lost track of who, what, where, how—he was going on auto-pilot, his lips uttering the same lines from muscle memory and his fingers clicking the familiar patterns of the cashier as he habitually thumbs the paper bills from the machine.

Occasionally, he would eye Murasakibara to make sure he wouldn’t slack off on his orders, but it seems that the giant was off in his own world of an auto-pilot.

“Atsushi,” Himuro calls out, causing the giant to jolt from surprise. “Isn’t it getting late?”

“Hm? Well, yeah.”

“Just go home. It’s Christmas, isn’t it?”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been noticing how you’ve been meticulously making certain desserts for way too long, and that’s not like you at all. They’re for (y/n)-san, aren’t they?”

Murasakibara only gives incoherent grumbles as a reply before turning his full attention back to his workspace, assuming that Himuro would chastise him again.

“Ah, so that was why there was so much dough in the ovens this entire morning and afternoon. Were you mass-preparing these beforehand? All so you can spare your remaining time for these particular desserts?”

The pastry chef harshly frowns but says nothing, but the way he gently squeezes the frosting bag and how he places the finished treats into a decorated box told Himuro everything. “Why don’t you get ready to go home? I’ll cover for your shift too.”

Murasakibara immediately snaps his head up and stares at Himuro in suspicion before he sees the earnestness in his eyes.

“Seriously?”

“Well, you already did most of the work. All I have to do is watch the ovens before they finish baking. I didn’t think of (y/n)-san as someone of high maintenance, but now that I do know, I’d probably get an earful the next day about how you couldn’t make it for the holidays.”

“Muro-chin…”

“You’re covering the next shift I pick, though.”

“... Yeah.” Himuro quietly laughs when he sees Murasakibara’s rare, genuine smile and ushers him to change out of the apron to get ready to see you.

With a carefully-tied bundle snug under his arm, Murasakibara casually waves before he leaves, a soft jingle signalling his otherwise silent departure.

“... Merry Christmas, you two.”

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